[Morning — north pool, women's shift.]
Ishi had made it clear.
What Ishi hadn't anticipated was what actually happened during the women's shift.
The steam was so thick it was like a hot curtain. The air smelled of minerals and damp skin.
Raven entered first.
At 32, her body was a dangerous mix of mature curves and defined muscle. The white towel barely contained her generous, E-cup breasts, which moved with each step. The hot water hit her strong thighs as she descended. The red streaks in her short black hair immediately stuck to her neck and collarbone. The runes tattooed on her left side glistened with moisture, running down the curve of her waist until they disappeared beneath the towel.
She sank into the water with a long, satisfied sigh, letting the heat embrace her body.
"Perfect temperature…"
